Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.